After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

While talking, the sound of footsteps came from outside the house again, but Feng Bo and Song Shu who were fishing came back.

When Feng Bo put down the fishing bucket, Song Shu bowed his head and said something to him, then straightened up and saw Feng Xiaolu standing at the door, and was taken aback for a moment.

Feng Xiaolu said happily: "Mr. Fang, your brother is awake!"

When Song Shu stepped through the door and saw the children in the room, he was stunned for a moment, but Master Song glanced at him with a smile, and said to the little carrots: "This is your other big brother, isn't it good?"

The children crowded together, surprisingly quiet, and stammered unevenly: "It looks good..."

Song Shu was a little funny, with a smile on his lips, walked to the bed and said, "Where are there so many children here?"

"I fell from the sky," Song Master joked, "Hey - why is the voice so quiet, make it louder, we didn't hear it!"

The children hurriedly shouted: "It's beautiful!"

Song Shu was helpless: "Brother, why are you acting like a child? Did the wound not open? Does it still hurt?"

Master Song shook his head.

"Big Brother is injured?" The little girl asked poking her head, "My mother can heal injuries, do you want to show Big Brother?"

"My dad will too!"

"Go, go..." Uncle Feng put down the bucket and stepped into the door, scolding with a joke in a local dialect, "I want you little brats to be troublesome, what are you doing, Uncle Feng?"

Several children laughed and hid aside.

"Eat fish today, you guys don't leave, stay and eat together."

"Great!"

"Uncle Feng is the best!"

"Uncle Feng, when I grow up, I will earn a lot of money to repay you!"

"This kid," Feng Bohun laughed nonchalantly, "Go out and play, don't disturb the patient's rest."

"Then let's go out and play!"

"Big brother, if you go out to play, you can come to us!"

"That's right!"

Master Song couldn't help but laugh at the enthusiasm of these children.

Song Shu explained to him that Uncle Feng and his daughter saved them.

Uncle Feng is a strange old man. He looks simple and thick, dark and thin, but has a delicate heart. He doesn't pursue the past of the two of them, Song and Shu, and just leaves them here to rest.

Outsiders only knew that there were foreigners in the village, but they didn't know who these two were, and the villagers didn't care about this issue.

Master Song ate a simple and unpretentious meal here—this was the worst meal he had ever eaten after he came back from wearing clothes, but he felt that the fish soup in his mouth was extremely delicious.

After the meal, Feng Xiaolu refused their help, got up to wash the dishes, and Feng Bo went back to the house to pack his fishing gear.

The children pestered Master Song and the two of them to talk, and they were no longer restrained after getting closer. They would curiously ask them what it was like outside, why they were fighting recently, and where did they come from...

After the children returned home one after another, the two walked out of the small farmyard and walked towards the river where they came.

The Feng family's wooden house is not too small, it is more than enough to accommodate them, it is standing at the entrance of the village, there are no people around.

"Uncle Feng went fishing with me today," Song Shu said, looking at the lush jungle in the distance. "The plum blossom forest I passed by was as beautiful as the plum blossom forest outside the capital."

Master Song raised his eyebrows and said, "How can there be plum blossoms in midsummer?"

"There is such a paradise," Song Shu glanced at the gurgling water next to him, then looked back at the small isolated village, and said softly, "It seems not surprising that there are plum blossoms in midsummer—"

"Feng Bo said that when entering and exiting their village, they have to walk through the plum blossom forest. This village is also called plum blossom village."

"Xanadu," Master Song stared at the crystal-clear water in front of him, stepped on the soft ground under his feet, and smiled, "But the people in their village still know that there is a war outside, so they are not isolated from the world, but these children probably I've never been out of this village."

Song Shu nodded: "I went out today to check the surroundings and ask Uncle Feng about the boundaries here - this is a small village in the lower reaches of the Punan River, not far from Jiangzhou City and the border of southern Xinjiang. The probability is that no one will be able to find it in a short time."

He paused as he spoke, his eyes swept lightly from the wound on Master Song's shoulder: "You can heal your wound in peace."

"It's fine, it doesn't hurt," Master Song noticed his gaze, and changed the subject with a smile, "Then we are going to live here for a while?"

Song Shudao: "If Uncle Feng agrees, I will send some thank you gifts when I return to Guanzhou."

"That's right. We are penniless now, so it would be great if Uncle Feng could take us in," Master Song looked at the mountains in the distance, and said in a low voice, "What do you think of those children?"

"Child?" Song Shu frowned slightly, and glanced at him playfully, "Brother, do you like children very much?"

Master Song said: "It's okay, I suddenly found that children are not so annoying. If... the milk dumplings like you were when you were young, if they are cute and beautiful, I will like it even more."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Master Song caught a glimpse of Song Shu's squinted eyes from the corner of his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat, feeling bad.

Song Shu tilted his head, and said in a shocking voice: "But I can't give birth."

Master Song froze for a moment, and wanted to cover up: "I didn't want you to give birth, I just... just said it casually. Do you think that if the war is over in the future, let's find a place like this, and live our lives safely and anonymously. ?”

Live... a lifetime?

Song Shu felt somewhat suspicious.

Master Song: Oops, you're talking too much.

Song Shichun, who has lost his memory, looks like a stunned young man, how could he say such things to him?

Song Shu was silent for two seconds, turned his gaze, and smiled slightly: "Brother has finally figured it out, and wants to accept that we are together?"

Master Song: "...ah, yes."

He adjusted his expression and said with a blushing face, "It's true...I figured it out. I think what you said is right, I have to be responsible to you."

"But I haven't settled with you about what happened last time." Song Shu paused for two seconds, then turned to look at him again, and said with a smile, "Brother, you don't think it's over like that, do you?"

last time?

What happened last time?

Master Song twitched the corners of his mouth, took two steps back, and said with a smile, "Are you still unhappy? Otherwise..."

"Or what?"

"Or do it again," Master Song coughed, his face burning a little, "I won't push you away."

"..."

Song Shu glanced at him, turned around and walked back with his sleeves thrown, and said coldly, "You have a good idea."

Master Song also felt that he thought well.

Fortunately, his pretense should be okay, Song Shu should not have noticed that he was acting.

Master Song watched his back as he was walking towards the entrance of the village, and calmly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he did not find that he recovered his memory.

Song Shu had never been so proactive towards him before losing his memory.

And the matter of running away, he felt angry for Song Shu.

It's better to wait for a while and tell him the truth.

Master Song thought so, stepped up to follow, and said, "Wait for me."

Song Shu then stopped, his clothes dangling half a circle, and the profile of his face was clearly curved.

"Why are you walking so fast, let's go shopping again."

Master Song turned his head with a smile and glanced at the endless Punan River in the distance.

There was a lot of gunpowder smoke, but it didn't spread to the peaceful small village in front of me.

In midsummer, the sun is like fire, and in the plum blossom forest in the distance, a plum blossom falls with the wind to the clear river.

That night, it seemed that he was afraid that Master Song would have to sleep in a separate room under such circumstances, Song Shu offered to say: "Brother, you have neglected me for so many days, and I am lonely enough by myself. Bring it here...you don't want to drive me away now, do you?"

Master Song hesitated.

He has now regained his memory—probably because the kiss in the water stimulated him so much that when the memory was fully remembered, he was so violent that he suddenly passed out.

But in Song Shu's view, he was still in a state of amnesia.

At the age of 17, what would he say in this situation?

... would say: It's okay, then I'll sleep on the floor.

Master Song let out a long sigh in his heart, and chose to follow this path on the surface: "Then I'll sleep on the floor."

Song Shu: "..."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Master Song with a strange expression, his eyes moved from his face to his chin, and then smiled lightly: "Okay."

Master Song's neck felt inexplicably cold when he saw it.

Why did he feel that Song Shu's "Okay" should be followed by "You really dare to continue to lie to me."

It turns out that this is no illusion.

After all, this is a rural area, so don't pay too much attention to it. Master Song went back to his room to lie down and go to bed after a simple wash.

People in the country turn off the lights early, and most people don’t light the lights at all, so if you look out of the window at this moment, you can still see a crescent moon just rising in the west.

But the sun had just set, and the light in the room was still quite clear.

It was September, and the cicadas sang non-stop outside the house, making Master Song drowsy from singing. After a long time, he saw a vague figure push open the door and walk into the house.

Master Song was half awake, and saw this figure wearing only a white jacket, with a thin figure, half of his moon-like face was reflected in the moonlight.

It is Song Shu.

Master Song was still lying down, closed his eyes, and listened to him walking over there with extremely light steps, then walking beside him, and going around...

There was a soft "squeak" sound, and a draft rushed past, and the blue light and shadow on the eyelids turned into pitch black—it was Song Shu who closed the window.

Then the footsteps walked slowly, reached the bedside, and stopped.

Master Song closed his eyes, wanting to wait for him to sleep on the couch before getting up to look at him.

Unexpectedly, Song Shu said first, "Brother."

"Are you asleep?"

Master Song didn't speak.

After waiting for a long time, the next sound was the rubbing sound of the clothes.

Master Song was afraid of being exposed by opening his eyes, so he only listened with his ears. He could feel that Song Shu got up and stepped on the bottom quilt that he slept on.

A gust of wind blew across his face, as if Song Shu had stood beside him.

Immediately afterwards, he sat down slowly, and then lay down.

Master Song's throat tightened: What is this for?

He originally thought it was over like this, but in the end a hand was put on his waist, Song Shu turned sideways, and whispered in his ear: "Brother, are you pretending to sleep?"

Master Song: "..."

Song Shu didn't wait for an answer, and laughed, "Let me guess, is it the memory recovered before falling off the cliff, or after waking up here?"

Master Song: "..."

"I guess it was when I woke up today."

"Why are you keeping it from me?"